Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2014-08-25 01:40:07 | 66.66 | 93% |
| 1836 | 2014-08-07 13:55:15 | 72.78 | 94% |
| 1346 | 2014-03-22 03:09:18 | 67.16 | 94% |
| 1167 | 2014-03-01 04:39:46 | 61.16 | 90% |
| 976 | 2014-02-10 13:53:41 | 66.31 | 93% |
| 771 | 2014-01-24 13:42:28 | 61.14 | 91% |
| 520 | 2014-01-12 17:12:17 | 54.91 | 94% |